Wake up (I did)

Waking up
Is realizing
Words can lose
Their meaning,
Honesty can cease
To matter,
Guilt only exists
As time passes.

Seeing reality
Is understanding
A kiss meant less
Than a handshake
Until my lips
Weren’t there to kiss.
And my love
My all, my tears,
Meant nothing
Until they dried up.

I woke up,
I now see reality
It’s cruel, at times,
But with purpose,
And meaning,
For the agony
You put me through.
And now I see
Leaving you,
Your all, your tears,
Your polygamist lust,
Was the best decision
I have ever made.
I will never regret it.

One

Together they were one.
Two carings soul,
in one beautifully entwined body.
And maybe one day
They will share one bed,
in some tiny one bedroom apartment,
with one blanket warming
two naked bodies.

And Sundays will be
their one day
to sleep in.
Awakening at noon
groggy and bare, but warm.
Always warm.
And she’ll steal one kiss
from those welcoming lips,
inviting him to taste
one sweet taste of lust.

And Sunday evenings
they would make dinner,
that one little kitchen
humming with their Love.
Later that night
they curl up, cozy
on that one ratty, torn couch,
indescribable happiness
in each others’ arms.
The football game,
or movie buzzing in the background,
as she puts her lips close to his ear
takes one deep breath
and says:
“If I could freeze time,
And be stuck in this
One moment,
With only you,
I would.”

Crash

Whore.
The Word dripped out
of your repulsive mouth
like pure deadly venom.
You bit hard,
fully aware of the weight
of that word
as it hung in the air
until it began to burn,
igniting from the fury
radiating off of my soul.

Apologies
came spewing out
of that arrogant mouth,
wet and meaningless,
simply there because
you noticed
my tightened jaw,
my clenches fists,
screaming with desire
to make contact
with your thick skull.

The only thing
which held back
my aching fist
from pounding against
those overly enormous teeth
in that loathsome mouth,
was that you were driving,
and had I taken
the chance
and knocked you unconscious
we would have crashed.



We crashed anyway.

The Lovers' Dance

The Lovers' Dance

I feel weightless,
Despite the full grown man,
Pressing his body against my own.
His skin is wet and delightfully
Salty as I kiss the indent of his neck,
Pulling him closer, deeper,
Feeling his heart race upon my chest.

We are dancers, moving gracefully
To the beat of each other’s heart,
We twist and glide with the rhythmic pounding
Only breaking the silence to let
A moan of ecstasy escape our chapped lips.

The beat only gets faster,
As we hold each other tighter,
Shaking and shuddering,
A mess of convulsions in each other’s arms,
Your warmth makes me weightless,
Your scent makes me smile,
And the movement of our bodies in unison,
Makes me scream.
This is love.

The Architecture of Friendship

I'm not going to explain this poem, just take it as you will. Just keep in mind it IS about a FRIENDSHIP, not a love relationship of any kind. Just losing a best friend. I don't know if it fully sums up how much it hurt...but...its a start.

The Architecture of Friendship

Define forever.
Continuous, ever-lasting?
Like the black ink injected
Into the cold bare flesh of
My right foot.
Permanent.
Unlike the friendship we built
Out of crumbling bricks,
Masonry of blind men who build
Stone walls of broken, empty promises.

The distance was torturous.
Unable to deny how eagerly you
Relied on me as your solid foundation.
I began to disintegrate,
No longer holding you up, or guiding your frame.
Repair was not an option,
The cracks were only worsening.
Sharp debris slicing through my stomach
As this happy home collapsed.

No goodbye, no explanation,
You picked up your pieces with ease,
Wood splinters, a mess of glass from broken windows,
And with little effort you discovered a stronger foundation.
She held you taller than I ever could
And molded you into picture perfection.
While I remained as concrete dust,
Abandoned.

Heartbeat Lullaby

Here's another one dedicated to my baby. He has the biggest, warmest heart of any person i've ever met, and i am the luckiest person alive because some nights I get the privilege of laying my head on his chest and falling asleep in his arms to the sound of his heart beat. It's the best feeling in the world.

I am not 100% content with the ending of this poem...but here it is for now. Suggestions welcome.

Love you, Alex.

Heartbeat Lullaby

He pulls me close
And I rest my weary head
Upon his strong bare chest
Listening to the delicate beat
Of his pounding heart.

I imagine it to be
Something enormous in size
Taking up every bit of space
Behind the flesh, muscle, bone,
Beating rhythmically.

Into the enveloping warmth of sleep
I am gently pulled
By the lullaby of his giant heart,
I find myself smiling because I know
Part of it beats for me.

Peer Pressure

I'm not a huge fan of this one, but I decided to post it for now, and maybe change it later. So if anyone reads this feel free to comment with suggestions.
Anyway this one is in honor of my 21st birthday, which is in...an hour. However, I do not drink. I never have drank, and I don't plan to for my 21st birthday. Most people are appalled by this, and tell me how much I'm missing out on. Yea...thats what i really need to do. Start drinking when i'm stressed to my limit. Good idea.

Ha so this is too all of you "peer pressurers" out there. Back off.
Thank you.



Peer Pressure

Only a sip
They said, with eyes glazed over
One sip and you’ll understand
It all.
It takes away the world
If only for a moments time,
The morning after
Is an after-thought.

The night is young,
So gulp this down
And find the courage
To creep out of that hardened shell,
The thing that keeps you quiet
And agonizingly shy.
Oh how quickly it will
Disintegrate with each cool sip.

Soon you’ll find
You have no regrets.
The world is your playground!
Act like a fool,
Collapse on the ground,
Regurgitate dinner
Partially digested
On the busy city sidewalk.

A sober life is nothing but
a life wasted.
Forget the worries.
Sure, you may act
A little out of character,
But all in fun, and fun for everyone.
Just one sip, and you’ll understand,
It all.